Mythical Cultivation

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After a moment of silence, Wu Ming took a deep breath and slowly asked, "However, judging from Fellow Daoist Huang's current condition, his injuries are quite severe."

Last night's battle must have been exceptionally fierce, right? I wonder just how many enemies drove Fellow Daoist Huang to this point?"

Huang Wenyong shook his head slightly, a bitter and helpless look on his face.

After a long while, he sighed and replied in a low voice, "Alas, Fellow Daoist Wu, you guessed wrong this time. The enemy who came to ambush us last night was not many, but only one person."

However, despite the small number of people, this person's strength is extremely terrifying, having already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage!

"If he weren't so powerful, even with Xiong Gongfeng's late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he wouldn't have met such a tragic end."

At this point, Huang Wenyong's already pale face instantly turned ashen, as if shrouded in a thick gloom.

He must have been recalling what happened last night, which is why he felt such a strong and profound sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, Wu Ming spoke up to comfort him, "Fellow Daoist Huang, please don't blame yourself too much! You must know that the enemy was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm. With our strength, it's inevitable that we couldn't defeat them!"

The unfortunate passing of Fellow Daoist Xiong is truly heartbreaking, but why don't we turn our grief into strength and transform this pain into the motivation to avenge him?

I believe that by doing this, even if he were already in the underworld, he could rest in peace.

Upon hearing these words, the gloom that had been hanging over Huang Wenyong's face gradually dissipated, replaced by a renewed fighting spirit.

He nodded vigorously and replied to Wu Ming, "Thank you for your advice, Fellow Daoist Wu. I was indeed a bit pretentious just now. Now that the matter is over, we should be more alert."

"We informed the clan about this last night and asked the clan leader to send people to support us. Once the reinforcements arrive, we will definitely avenge Fellow Daoist Xiong Lin and our clansmen!"

Huang Wenyan, standing to the side, said with a face full of grief and indignation, his face contorted with rage and veins bulging on his forehead.

Standing to the side, Wu Ming silently watched Huang Wenyan, a hint of "I knew it" flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that further discussion was pointless; the most urgent task was to find out what had happened the previous night.

So he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then asked Huang Wenyong for details about the attack the previous night.

"By the way, Brother Huang, could you please tell me the details of the ambush on your enemies last night? If we could find out who that person was, it would surely be of great benefit to avenging our deceased clansmen."

Wu Ming spoke up.

"Just last night, after the First Elder and Fifth Brother went out, several patrolmen from the clan patrolled the camp as usual."

When they arrived near Wu Daoyou's tent, they suddenly sensed an unusual aura, as if some uninvited guest had appeared.

Immediately, the patrolling tribesmen became more alert, took out their magical implements, and began to probe in the suspicious direction.

However, before they could even see who it was, they were attacked with a fierce attack.

In an instant, the stench of blood filled the air, and several patrolling clansmen fell into pools of blood.

This sudden turn of events alarmed Fellow Daoist Xiong, who was not far away. He rushed over upon hearing the commotion and found a scene of chaos, with severed limbs and blood scattered all over the ground.

He then engaged in an earth-shattering battle with the invaders.

When I rushed over, Fellow Daoist Xiong was covered in blood and wounds.

Looking at his tenacious and unyielding figure, I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

Upon seeing my arrival, the cunning intruder unleashed a fierce attack on us with a strange and unpredictable sword technique.

He held a jet-black flying sword in his hand and wore a seemingly ordinary mirror as a defensive artifact. No matter how hard we attacked, we could not break through his defenses even slightly.

Although we couldn't discern which faction he belonged to through his methods, even without his full strength, we were no match for him. In the end, Fellow Daoist Xiong died tragically at his hands, and I was also severely injured and unable to withstand his attack, allowing him to leave unscathed.

Huang Wenyong recounted the events of the previous night in detail.

Upon hearing Huang Wenyong's description, Wu Ming couldn't help but gasp.

The invasion occurred right where I was! And there was that familiar-looking mirror, a defensive artifact.

All these signs gave Wu Ming a jolt: Could it be that the Blood Fiend Sect elder who had attacked him before? Could it be, as Elder Fang said, that this person has come here seeking revenge?

Thinking this, Wu Ming felt a chill rise up his spine.

If that's really the case, then perhaps I escaped a disaster by going out with my two senior brothers, Chu Nan and Pan Ning, last night.

After all, the consequences of fighting against a Blood Fiend Sect cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage by himself might not be any better than those of Fellow Daoist Huang and the others.

After a moment of silence, Wu Ming slowly spoke: "Based on what Brother Huang said, I have a few clues in my mind. If I am not mistaken, this Fiend should be the Blood Fiend Sect elder who was besieged by us a few years ago but managed to escape."

Is that the old man who escaped last time?

Huang Wenyan, who was standing to the side, said with some surprise.

His eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief crossed his face.

Clearly, they were quite surprised by this answer.

Wu Ming nodded, a hint of lingering fear in his voice: "It must be that person. This isn't the first time he's attacked me. His hatred for me probably runs deep."

At this point, Wu Ming couldn't help but shudder.

However, what Wu Ming didn't know was that the other party's hatred for him was far more complex than that.

In fact, after a long period of accumulation, this hatred had long since taken root in the other party's heart like a demon, becoming an indelible inner demon.

If Wu Ming is not eliminated, the opponent's strength will probably not improve at all in the future.

After hearing Wu Ming's words, Huang Wenyan and Huang Wenyong looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

They simply couldn't understand why, in that fierce battle years ago, when so many cultivators attacked together, only Wu Ming aroused such deep hostility from the enemy.

Seeing the bewildered looks on their faces, Wu Ming remembered that they were unaware of the attack they had been subjected to some time ago.

So, he gathered his thoughts and then began to recount the attack he had encountered when he returned to the sect some time ago.